Union,
Is it with us?
Are we so different then?
Question is not like that.
Union is there,
Where there is identification.
And we are identified my dear,
Though it is for short time.
We are all in wheel,
And the wheel is within us.
Wheel is one,
And this depends on our expression.
Our sprouting, our perspiration,
Wheel is one, it is our imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem